It was confirmed this morning that we miscarried again.
I passed a pretty big bit of tissue yesterday morning so I was already relatively prepared for the worse. I walked in to the room calm, ready and dry eyed.
But the minute she scanned me everything changed. Subconsciously there must have still been some glimmer of hope. But when she told me there was nothing left I broke down.
I’m heartbroken.
But I’ve got though it before and I’ll get through it again.
I am superwoman.